Sans funeral child
under the sign of capricorn
struggling for peace
in rutilus light
dying softly
praise
a word shaped like air
unspoken thoughts
)drift brittle as wings(
blau liver house
of happening
rot, sleep beside gelb
clarias dreaming
of walls undone
before nucifraga
fell into alestes
truth speaks
without teeth
love hides
in the body of bombycilla
nile hums
through the room of anser
and nothing means
quite what it was
fifteen years rot
books stacked
like feathers of Noctiluca scintillans
we reach for gymnarchus
in our sleep
and wake
with Ceratium furca
between our hands